The Hunt
By Jaime Becerra

As I went to hunt deer, a cougar came out of nowhere and scratched me in my arm. I fell on the ground and the cougar was about to bite my arm, but I saw my dad shot in arrow to the cougar. The arrow went directly to the cougars stomach. I saw the cougar die in pain. I went back to the tribe so my mom can put some hide on my arm so my arm can't have blood. After that I returned my dad carried the dead cougar he told me that he was going to go back to are tribe and leave the cougar there. I went running back to the forest. I walked out of the forest as I saw a herd of buffalo. I quickly grabbed a bowen arrow I targeted right at the buffalo's neck. I let the the arrow go it zoomed through the air as the arrow head went through the neck of the buffalo. The rest of the herd of buffalo ran away from the buffalo crying in pain. I sprinted to the buffalo I let it die in pain. My dad came and me that it is going to be hard to bring it back to he tribe. Good thing the tribe isn't far away I told my dad. I went to go get more men from the tribe to carry it back. The hunt was over for this day.


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